Cosa Si Può Dire Di Te

What can be
said about you:
you wanted, you didn’t want, who knows?
What can be
said about me:
I wanted but I was waiting and...
when age woke up
and it was enough to close my eyes,
I stopped my hand.
To be a man, I
wanted to have you
in the season of blooming flowers;
the first night of dreams,
like an ancient man, I dreamed for us
but the smile on your face never came back!
What can be
said about him:
he knew, he didn’t know,
maybe he did.
He didn’t speak,
he just looked at you:
it was a moment and...
when age calmed down,
you didn’t find many smiles
in the grass, or on the messed-up bed, or wherever it was.
What did you think
and, more than anything, this I ask you:
now that you’re a woman,
was it really all wrong
between us
what happened?
Was I really useless?